My Auntie Mabel
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1953
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Left her Minnesota dirt farm to see what she could see
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in a letter to her mother telling her what she enjoyed
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said there's nothing in the whole wide world like a city boy
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1987
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Took Daddy's Cadillac
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I drove it to Chicago, never brought it back
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Well all these years later, I'm still unemployed
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Oh well there's nothing in the whole wide world like a city boy
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My granddaddy had long grey hair
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silver cane and a rocking chair
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tapped that cane on a wooden floor
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saying "take what you're given, and then ask for more"
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Well now, baby, what do you think of that
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Can you make a woman out of an alley cat
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Can you take the agitation and not get annoyed
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Oh well there's nothing in the whole wide world like a city boy
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Now my Auntie Mabel, she plays the dominoes
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way down South where the yucca plant grows
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drinking whiskey out of Coca-Cola bottles, smoking Viceroys
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Still swears there's nothing in the whole wide world like a city boy
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Those city boys
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City Boys
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| Patti Scialfa |
